Page 88 of The Feral Alpha

Olson hummed. “That’s right. My dads said they taught you how to cook some things. Why don’t you show me?”

Rex sat up excitedly. Maybe now he could impress his mate.

He helped Olson to his feet; Olson pulled on his pants and followed Rex to the kitchen.

They’d just gotten out some eggs when there was a knock on the door.

Olson frowned. “Are they back already? They were supposed to pick Hunter up much later...”

He drifted out of the kitchen.

The door opened. Some voices spoke. Not Emmy or Varrick.

Unease prickled at the back of Rex’s mind; he set down the frying pan and hurried out.

“Who are you?” Olson asked sharply.

At the door were two burly alphas dressed in black. Rex didn’t recognize them. But the moment they saw him, they reached for their guns.

His insides went cold.

Olson gasped and threw himself between Rex and the men, holding his arms up like it’d make a difference. “Don’t hurt him!”

“No,” Rex growled, dragging Olson behind himself. He couldn’t let them hurt Olson, when what they wanted was him.

“Rex,” Olson cried. “You can’t just—”

On the other side of the room, Hunter began to cry.

One of the men pointed his gun at Hunter.

Rex snarled, lunging at them.

The other man aimed his gun between Rex’s eyes, his finger on the trigger. “Come quietly, and we won’t shoot the baby.”

Rex’s instincts were to attack, to rip apart the men for threatening Olson and the baby.

But years of captivity had taught him that guns were much, much faster than anything he could do. One wrong move, and he’d be shot down, Olson and Hunter both completely vulnerable.

The one thing that scared Rex more than guns, was Olson being taken to the place of his nightmares.

They would break Olson. Just like they’d broken Rex. And Olson was pregnant.

He yanked himself back, his heart pounding.

Olson made a soft, terrified sound. “No—”

Rex squeezed Olson’s hand. He turned to look his omega in the eye. “Stay.”

Olson’s mouth fell open. “But—”

Rex shook his head urgently. “Stay.”

He glanced pointedly at Olson’s belly.

Olson’s lower lip wobbled. “I can’t lose you again. Not like this.”

Rex’s heart beat for him. Strong, steady thuds that said, Olson, Olson, Olson.

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